That year, Chen Feng realized he had been born into a marquis’s household.
Wealth and luxury had already been laid out along his path in life, and he had plans for how to enjoy himself once he turned eighteen.
But when he woke from a dream, war had already swallowed up all that wealth and luxury.
He became a member of an anti-government organization, a rebel in the eyes of the court.
That year, the new emperor of Dazhao ascended the throne, determined to strip the regional princes of their power.
Chen Feng, having escaped the flames of war, became a retainer to a prince.
Hoping to live under an ordinary identity, Chen Feng went to Qingxi and became a low-ranking county official.
Then the deputy magistrate died, the county magistrate resigned, the prefect rebelled, and even the chief minister died of illness.
Chen Feng said, “I never wanted a promotion. The more people died, the higher I rose.”
